The night before the wedding, Adam Jackson's first love, Emilie Grant, was involved in a car accident, and Lisa became the prime suspect. Adam refused to hear her out, demanding they break off the engagement. He fanned the flames when her story was shared online, vowing to make her pay twice over. The five years of love and trust she thought they shared had only been an illusion.

When the truth was finally revealed, Lisa had just suffered a miscarriage. Her former fiancé fell to his knees, crying and begging for forgiveness. But she responded coldly, “Impossible! I should be thanking you for not marrying me!”

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For months, Lisa had been tirelessly planning their wedding set for early next month, but fell ill as the seasons changed. She took time off to rest at home, but one afternoon, as she lay in a daze, she was jolted awake by a sudden, forceful shake.

“Come with me.”

Her fiancé, Adam, said only these three words before pulling her out of bed, leading her hastily down to the underground garage.

“Adam, weren’t you on a business trip in the capital? What happened?” Lisa asked, her feet aching as she walked barefoot, trying to keep up.

Adam was livid. "Stop pretending to be innocent. Why did you hit Emilie with your car?"

Lisa, still groggy from being unwell, tried to process what he was saying. "I’ve been home all day resting... I haven’t..."

Before she could finish, Adam grabbed her arm, dragging her toward the newly purchased Mercedes-Benz. He pointed furiously at the car’s damaged headlight. "This is the evidence. What else do you have to say for yourself?"

Lisa stared at the crushed front bumper and shattered headlight. The damage was severe, the kind that only a serious collision would cause. But that couldn’t be possible—she had parked the car in the garage after driving it back at noon, and it hadn’t been touched since.

“Adam, you’ve got it wrong! I wasn’t feeling well, so I spent the whole afternoon sleeping. I didn’t leave the house. Maybe someone else hit it while it was parked here. If you don’t believe me, check the security footage!” Lisa’s face turned pale, her voice filled with urgency.

At the mention of surveillance, Adam’s expression darkened even further. Wordlessly, he pulled out his phone, pulled up the security footage, and tossed it toward her.

"See for yourself."

Lisa took the phone and pressed play, her face draining of color as she watched. The timestamp showed that at 3:10 p.m., her Mercedes-Benz with the license plate number Nan A0926 suddenly sped up and collided with the BMW in front of it. The impact sent the BMW spiraling out of control into a guardrail, while the Mercedes-Benz then accelerated and fled the scene.

That license plate—September 26—was Lisa’s birthday. The car had been a gift from Adam on their fourth anniversary, and he’d chosen her birthday as the plate number to make it “more memorable.”

Lisa watched the footage again and again, struggling to process what she was seeing. Her hands trembled, and words failed her. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t her.

She was home resting at that time—there was no way she could have been on the highway, much less involved in a hit-and-run that injured Emilie.

“With all the witnesses and physical evidence, what more can you say to defend yourself?” Adam’s voice rose in anger. “I agreed to marry you, to make you Mrs. Jackson to give you everything. Why, then, would you hurt Emilie? Why?” He roared the last words, his face twisted with rage.

Lisa stood frozen, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness like she had never felt before. “It wasn’t me!” she managed, her voice shaking. “If you don’t believe me, check the garage entry and exit logs. The surveillance footage can’t lie!”

But Adam’s gaze held only cold contempt. “I already checked,” he said icily. “I went to the security room myself before coming here. The records show that your car left the garage through the west gate at 2:40 this afternoon.”

Lisa's pupils dilated in shock, disbelief written all over her face.

"You said you were home alone. How could you have witnessed anything? Besides you, who else has the key to this car? Do you think the judge will believe your confession?" Adam demanded, his voice growing louder, his anger palpable as though he wanted to tear Lisa apart.

One year later, after four years of love, they were supposed to get married next month.

This was the first time Lisa had seen Adam lose control of his emotions. Her heart felt as though it had been pierced with a sharp blade, her very flesh and blood blurring with pain.

He doesn’t believe her?

How could he not believe her?

Lisa couldn’t even bring herself to kill a fish, so how could he think she was capable of taking someone’s life?

Just then, her phone rang.

Adam quickly answered, muttering "Hmm" twice before hanging up. When he turned back to Lisa, his eyes were cold, almost predatory.

"If anything happens to Emilie, I’ll make sure you suffer ten times as much!" he spat.

"Adam, please, listen to me!" Lisa pleaded.

But no matter how she tried to explain, Adam drove away without looking back.

She returned to the apartment in a daze, sinking onto the sofa and sitting there all night, unable to escape the torment in her mind.

At dawn, Lisa's best friend, Audrey Banks, called.

"Lisa, have you seen today's trending news? That bitch, Emilie, was in a car accident yesterday and fractured her right leg. I heard she won't be able to dance again. Looks like evil people get what they deserve!" Audrey gloated from the other end of the line.

Emilie was Adam's childhood sweetheart and the principal of the Victoria Dance Company.

Five years ago, she disappeared without a word, leaving for a career abroad. Those had been the darkest days of Adam's career. He was nearly blacklisted from the industry after a miscarriage of justice in a case. It was Lisa who had stood by him, caring for him and helping him rebuild his confidence.

After a year of pursuing her, Lisa finally became his girlfriend.

Lisa dedicated herself completely to Adam, managing his day-to-day life so he could focus entirely on his career without distraction.

Since then, Adam’s career soared. He gained widespread recognition for winning a difficult cross-border lawsuit.

Their relationship quickly deepened, and they soon moved in together. After the Spring Festival, Adam became the youngest senior partner at his law firm and proposed to Lisa.

After four years of love, the couple was naturally moving towards marriage. Both families were thrilled with the relationship, and their wedding was scheduled for just a month away. However, something unexpected happened that disrupted everything.

Lisa tried to suppress the grief in her heart. "Audrey, the car that Adam gave me showed up at the scene of the crime and hit Emilie... and now he suspects it was me!"

"How could it possibly be you? Have you checked the surveillance footage?" Audrey asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lisa closed her eyes in despair. "I checked, but I couldn't find a clear shot of the driver's face."

"Unbelievable! You couldn't even get a clear picture of the driver, and he’s still blaming you? Is he out of his mind?" Audrey said angrily. "Don’t worry, I’ll have someone investigate this right away. And by the way, Adam shouldn’t be with that bitch in the hospital now, right? She’s an expert at playing the victim, so watch out—she might steal Adam from you!"

Lisa's voice was distant as she replied, "I... I might as well die before that happens."

The most urgent task was to figure out the truth behind everything. After hanging up, Lisa opened her phone, only to be bombarded with news about Emilie’s car accident.

Although the license plate number had been obscured, Lisa instantly recognized the Mercedes-Benz with the plate number Nan A0926.

After the news of the car accident became a trending topic, Emilie's fans went into a frenzy, denouncing the driver responsible and even threatening to find them and make them pay with their blood.

After much consideration, Lisa decided to go to the hospital.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the VIP ward area of a private hospital. After a brief inquiry, Lisa quickly located Emilie’s room. It was said that only a select few could afford the SVIP private rooms on the top floor. The Jackson family held shares in the hospital, and Adam had secured two adjacent wards for Emilie’s rest and recovery.

When Lisa entered the room, she saw Adam gently wiping the corner of Song Weiwei’s lips. His touch was so tender, as though he were caring for the most priceless treasure in the world.

Her heart ached painfully at the sight.

Just last year, Lisa had been hospitalized for pneumonia. The hospital was overcrowded, and there were no available beds. Adam had used his connections, but instead of arranging a proper bed, he had her sleep on an extra mattress in the hallway.

During the week she was hospitalized, Adam claimed to be too busy with his work as a lawyer to visit her. At the time, Lisa reassured herself, believing that his career was more important and that he was simply too swamped to find time for her.

But now, she realized that being "busy" had only been an excuse. Whenever he wanted to, he could spend an entire night with Emilie, taking care of her. He even broke his own rules, spending a significant amount of money to secure an adjacent ward for her to rest in.

Adam put down the bowl, and as he turned around, his gaze landed on Lisa. His expression instantly darkened.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Don't you think you've caused Emilie enough harm?"

"Lisa, I thought you were just jealous, but now I see you're truly vicious."

He forcefully shoved Lisa out of the room, quickly releasing his grip on her arm as if she were something filthy.

"Adam, I swear it wasn’t me. There’s been some kind of misunderstanding. Once the traffic police release their findings, everything will be cleared up," Lisa pleaded, trying to explain.

Lisa had loved Adam so humbly and patiently, sacrificing her own dignity. Even when Emilie relentlessly sent provocative messages for four years, stirring up all kinds of hatred and attempting to undermine their relationship, Lisa chose to ignore it. She truly believed that her sincerity would earn Adam's love in return.

"What’s the point of arguing?" Adam's voice was cold.

"Lisa, the wedding is canceled. I won’t marry a woman with such a vicious heart!" His tone was final.

Those words hit Lisa like a hammer, shattering her heart. She stood motionless, staring at the man in front of her, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Just the day before his business trip, Adam had held her in his arms. They were incredibly affectionate, and he kissed her cheek with tenderness, calling her the kindest and most gentle wife. He promised that in just one month, she would be the happiest and most beautiful bride in the world.

After the wedding, they were supposed to travel—first to Norway to see the Aurora, then to Africa to witness the great migration, and later to Fiji for diving. He had even handed her his bank card and the key to his safe, telling her she would be the queen of their home.

But everything changed the moment he returned.

Lisa stepped forward desperately, grabbing his arm, her voice barely above a whisper, pleading, "Adam, what can I do to make you believe me again?"

"I will never trust you again," Adam said coldly, shaking off her grip.

Although the car accident hadn’t been life-threatening, Emilie’s leg was badly injured. Even if she recovered, she would never be able to perform on stage again.